Good Intentions

I was going to tell you how I was wrong about the Christmas Tree being pagan... well, if the internet is to be believed. Holly though, holly is right out a pagan fertility symbol. Needless to say i feel that i've clamped onto a bitter berry and it's ruining my whole mood- so when it aquieces i'll launch jovially into an explanation of symbols- or at the very least give you a link to both explanations of the winter solstice and christmas. And not only that, but tell you about an email confrontation I had with a perfect stranger, who thinks I'm posing as me, but as someone else. oh yes.

So to the true nature of this post: My boss (not B) (not the director), my new boss. My boss: is a dick. A total dick. On the line of spoiled child, meets whiner, fretter, crisis maker, child in an adults body- wanker. He said, "make it so 'competition' fits on one line." I said, "of course. i saw that and put the arrow." "Well then", he said, "Give it to me like it's suppose to be." What? sounds inocuous enough right? No. He proceeds to haughtally shove the paper away from him across the desk. In a huff. not only that but he uses the sharpie marker violently- instead of drawing something out he didn't like in one line- he used three right-slanted slashes across the sentence- as with each condemning me to incompetence.

if only, well if only i could be a smart ass and not get into a shouting match. he is not one of those witty retort types. but boy was he baiting me. oh to be paris, with no consequence.